THAT ROCK

© RYAN GUILEY

We were so young and cheerful,

Holding hands around the clock,

Walking beside a girl who’s beautiful,

Then one day, I proposed with that rock.

She didn’t need a symbol to wear,

She illuminates when she walks,

As everyone just gawks and stares,

With her sweet lips moving as she talks.

A pretty dress along with her sandals,

As she glares with her movement,

Her energy brings a magnetic pole,

Looking in her eyes which are God sent.

So many people wrote the page off of us,

Don’t even know the difference,

That this is true love and not lust,

As, she knows I am her only prince.

Somehow she speaks to me,

It’s like magic, as I’ll I hear,

Like when I got down on one knee,

Is “Yes, I love you”, with her tears.

We will create more memories,

With our children as a dynasty,

As we both will always agree,

As she will drink the finest tea.

I have written over 400 letters,

To you Denise, as I love you,

Making you feel a whole lot better,

As you blush and know we are so true.

I believe, we have made an impact,

Thanking you, as you are everything,

As I got you pinned like thumbtacks,

As, you are the queen as I’m your king.